When we become Christians, it is easy to become comfortable with salvation and going to church, and not realise that God wants us to grow, maturity, learn, move on and do more than attend church on Sunday. The goal of this blog is to help Christians move forward from the day of their Redemption to Maturity in Christ.
soul is weary with sorrow;
strengthen me according to your word.
I haven't seen either of them for a very
long time; however, I often see their hands in my memory. Sometimes I remember
the way my little-girl hand disappeared
into his large hand as we walked to the lady down the street who still had a
working well in her yard. And hers – so little and yet they could reach across
an octave when she played the piano with a passion that bordered on gusto.
The memory of their hands that means so
much was never captured in a photo, although it remains vivid in my mind. Each
of them had black leather-bound Bibles they read daily, and on some times they'd
read for hours. He held the page he would be turning in his right hand. Over
time, his fingertips wore pieces of the pages off. She would wet the tips of
her pointer and middle finger to turn the onion-skin thin pages to find the
passage she was looking for – usually with tenderness, but sometimes like an
eager child opening a present from someone special.
My grandparents, Ed and Joy Johnson, loved
their Bibles and even as a child with no spiritual understanding, I knew those
big black books were their most valuable possessions.
I was walking into church one Sunday a few
months ago. I'd been having an especially difficult time, and hadn't noticed I
was literally clutching my Bible to my chest as I entered the building. The
greeter said, "You love that Bible don't you?"
I looked at the large black book in my
hands and said, "Yes. I do." As I waited for the service to begin, I
turned to Psalm 27, her favorite passage, and smoothed the page out with my
right hand – my own Bible reading ritual – knowing I was holding God's Word in
my hands, loving the feel of the pages under my skin, and missing the two
people who taught me its value – without ever saying a word.
Then, in the depths of my spirit, a smile
formed and my lips gave it expression. My journey hadn't changed, but confidence
in God and His Word grew. I released a silent prayer of thanksgiving for my
grandparents left me this legacy of love for His Word.
27:13 & 14
remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living. 14 Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD.
Joy started writing as a little girl. She
carries a large purse so she can take her journal and an assortment of pens
Joy lives on thirty-five acres of woods and
field in Minnesota between Rochester and Pine Island. She’s been married to Jon
for thirty-five years and they enjoy their many nieces and nephews. Their dogs,
Sophie and Tucker, keep them company when they explore the land riding their
John Deere Gator or while watching the many birds that visit their feeders.
She has seven books in print and is working
on a novel series featuring main character, Olivia Morgan. Joy is also
developing a writing group called, Write Yourself Strong, for hurting women.
Faith is a vital part of Joy’s life. When
she was sixteen, Joy asked God to find her and He did.